Unfortunately summer is coming to an end. Fortunately, however, the bitch ain’t dead yet! So being the good sports that we be, we figure why not send o’ girl off in grand style with a trip to New York for Rock The Bells.

Can you dig it?

So tomorrow JJ, Omari and yours truly will catch that 8 in the AM J.E.T. heading east for ten family fun filled days of drunken debauchery and surfeit spending. My wallet is mad thrilled.

Highlight of this particular night: Breeto tossing the fourty-year old overwieght/comically top-heavy mother of the girl who had just thrown a drink in her face (presumably because she believed Breeto was making fun of her overweight/comically top-heavy mother) and ran off. I mean honestly the woman sporuted wings and flew. Then dropped. Then bounced.

Breeto stays checking hoes. No mercy.

But that’s pretty standard affairs for The District. That and Springfield fashion spectacles (low, low cut tops and JNCO jeans galore). And the air smelling like butt sweat. Oh and Teach Me How To Dougie being played on the hour, every hour.

I don’t wanna make excuses, baby
Won’t change the fact that you’re gone
But if there’s something that I could do
Won’t you please let me know?
The time is passing so slowly now
Guess that’s my life without you
and maybe I could change my every day
But baby I don’t want to

So I’ll just hang around
and find some things to do
To take my mind off missing you
and I know in my heart
You can’t say that you don’t love me too
Please say you do

Yeah….

I’ve been sitting here
Can’t get you off my mind
I’ve tried my best to be a man and be strong
I Drove myself insane
Wishing I could touch your face
But the truth remains